"What? Not fighting anymore?"
Ye Lin rubbed his fists and said with a smile. The Unrivaled Sacred Body had become one of the ten supreme ancient physiques for a reason—it was no empty boast.
The reputation of the ten supreme sacred bodies of antiquity had been beaten into existence.
"Damn it, damn it! Why? Why?"
Ao Lie roared. This was the first time he had suffered such a crushing setback. His physical body, the pride of his life, had been utterly outmatched by a Human Race cultivator—and his cultivation was even a minor realm higher than this Human Race cultivator's.
It infuriated him. It utterly infuriated him.
"Good, very good. Human Race, I'll remember you. The next time we meet, I'll kill you."
After shooting Ye Lin a vicious glare, Ao Lie turned and left.
He might have been arrogant, but he was no idiot. Even the physical body he took such pride in could not compete with Ye Lin's, let alone his techniques and spells.
When it came to techniques and spells, the Human Race were the ancestors—who among the myriad races did not know that?
Human Race bodies were frail, but in the realm of techniques and spells, no one could surpass them.
The forebears of the Human Race had painstakingly developed techniques so that later generations could contend with the descendants of the great races. All kinds of martial skills emerged one after another, and no race could compare.
Besides, he had no grudge against Ye Lin. There was no need to start a battle to the death with him.
If he had truly been that impulsive, would he have lived until now?
It was only a Dijiang. Penglai Immortal Island was shrouded in mystery; if there was one, there would be a second.
Watching Ao Lie